You also beg for the little things. You beg him to eat. You beg him to talk to you when…
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She would talk to her god, often, and he would respond. ‘But,’ she would start, as far back as she…
You have known her since you were kids. You lived in the same neighbourhood; her house was a few…
Your neon green bandage mini skirt rolls up as you sit on his bare, hairy laps. He grunts as you…
It was a hot day. Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under a baobab tree in the…
Less than week later, we would remember the bitter cold of that September night, and regret how the Council meeting…
Now usually I like to tell you stories from the office but today I have a different one. You see,…
You will stop your car and watch them run over. To you. It will feel good, to have women croon and call you handsome and strong and ask how you want it.
Let me tell you something, Father. This thing is sweet, I tell you, like a meal laced with poison. Once you taste it, you will want to eat and eat and eat.
Everyone has at least one inappropriate friend; the one who replies loudly when you whisper about someone who is within…
Monday, fourth of January 2016 and all of us toilet cleaners and tea people were at work by six. We…
Originally published by The Harvard Advocate I was nine years old when Wairimu, seventeen at the time, left the letter to our…